Time is a crafty f****r at Le Rêve.
Is it really 6 months since I came here to escape my father?
Six months or six minutes.
Half a second since I last wrote a song or…
Jesus, almost half a year.
Hiding out from my father isn’t exactly new for me
and neither is Ari finding me, come to think about it.
Ari and I were our own little universe growing up,
our own secret family.
I think we saved each other that way.
It was Ari who watched me play concerts in the living room.
Ari who believed that I could be singer/songwriter.
And it was me who’d stand up to their bullies.
The ones who’d rub the makeup off their face until it was raw.
Except, of course...
when the bully was our father.
He always said Ari needed to straightening out.
But dad was never particularly violent,
at least not with us.
Mostly he’d save that for the special ladies in his life.
My mum, and then Ari’s.
Those were the nights that we would go hide in the bathtub,
listen to music to drown out the noise and lose ourselves in future dreams.
That was until the day I came home and I was alone.
Left alone with my father.
Left alone in the bathtub.
Ari and my stepmother were gone.
And I could never forgive them for leaving me.
And the worst part?
Years later Ari starts working for the same man that tore us apart,
like nothing happened.
It all just played into his hands.
The Great White always wins.
Hi.
I am Mya.
Thank you for being here tonight.
F**k.
Him?
I call him Snickerdoodle
because he looks soft and thick.
He looks more like
a honey bunny or maybe a space cake to me.
Hi angry Magpie!
So, how’s the music writing going?
Put anything out there yet?
That good, huh?
Hey, who did I see leaving your place the other day?
Sort of modely looking,
but very uptight to be in a pink power suit.
for a daytime look.
No one.
My sibling maybe.
Your sibling?
What?
No, it’s just…
I don’t even think I knew you had a sibling.
It’s not like you ever talk about your family
or anything remotely biographical.
This, it’s giving very much only child vibes.
Plus, they seemed fancier than I would have thought.
Richer I mean.
Yeah, well...
I guess they’ve done kind of well for themselves so…
I guess so.
Are you guys close?
We're just different pages, I think.
Same book but very different pages.
What?
The mystery of Mya, chapter 14:
A strange sibling reappears.
How do I write my songs?
I don’t write my songs, they write me.
I mean, creativity, it just happens, you know?
It just flows.
A*****.
So, yeah.
[SONG: JESSE JO STARK 'FAVOURITE GAME'] I don't know what you’re looking for.
You haven't found it baby, that's for sure.
You rip me up, you spread me all around.
In the dust of the deed of time.
And this is not a case of lust, you see.
It's not a matter of you versus me.
It's fine the way you want me on your own,
Cause in the end it's always me alone.
And I'm losing my favourite game.
You're losing your mind again.
I'm losing my baby,
losing my favourite game.
Hi!
Oh, my God!
I'd forgotten your seemingly infinite capacity for takeout food.
Augustus, no!
Are you gonna get that?
It’s okay.
Putting the Great White through to voice mail?
Honestly, he is better now.
With me, with who I am.
I mean, he is not perfect but…
Oh my god,
I can’t believe you still have this thing!
What?
Too old and battered for your liking?
Not the season’s glossy must-have?
You always said it gave you this superpower.
-F**k you Ari. -What?
Sorry. It’s just…
Do you want another drink?
Okay, I have to play something, it’s too depressing in here.
Oh my god! Why do they look like they haven’t had a bath in decades?
Body odour is very Rock n’roll
Gross!
Oh… Oh my god!
S**t!
What is it?
Oh, come on! You don’t remember?
That summer we went to visit your mum in Paris, we were like 10 or 11.
This song played on the radio non-stop.
We literally made your mum’s driver drive us around the whole city
looking for this on vinyl.
-No. -You don’t remember?
We were obsessed, like OB-SESSED, We thought it was the coolest thing ever.
-Mya, seriously… -No, it must have been someone else.
Oh yeah, sure, Patti Smith.
We were like this force of nature or something.
How does this… f*****g…
Come on b***h!
Come on, get your lazy ass up here. Come on.
-I know you remember it! -I don’t!
[pretending to sing in French]
-Do you think you're too cool for this? -No way!
-Get your f****g ass up here. -F**k off!
-F**k you off! -No.
Seriously? You’re making me do this alone?
F**k it! Come on!
Get up here!
This is very serious, okay?
Business, business, business.
-Why do you do it? -Do what?
This, all of it.
I mean, when is the last time you saw a fortune 500 CEO
that looks this sickening?
Seriously, though, when is the last time you, I don’t know, saw a CEO
who actually cares about making this world a better place?
When’s the last time you saw a CEO like me?
Yeah but, isn’t it kind of boring though?
Sometimes.
Mostly not.
It’s funny how you're like the golden child now,
totally got me whipped there haven't you.
What?
No, it’s just funny how you’re like daddy’s number one and I am like nothing.
Ok, that’s not why I do it Mya.
-No, it’s just… -No, like at all.
Ok, I get it.
I mean, I don’t know, look like sometimes...
sometimes I do feel like I really know what I'm doing, you know?
Like I really like it,
defeating the patriarchy one deck presentation at a time
but I guess sometimes,
it does feel lonely, you know?
Sometimes I wish...
I wish a cowboy would just come along
and sweep me away, you know.
-A cowboy? -Yeah!
Well shucks, how depressingly conventional of you!
F**k you.
Why did we stop being friends Mya?
Because he didn’t want us to be.
Divide and conquer.
Why did you leave?
You didn’t say anything, you just left.
Hi, thank you for coming tonight.
Do you remember the night of the showcase?
My big opportunity.
You were in London working on some deal
and dad was too busy to come, like always.
It was a tough time for the company Mya.
Except he did.
He did come, Ari.
Five minutes before I was on,
he stepped backstage, flowers the size of…
He told me he wanted me to be happy,
so happy that he arranged the whole thing.
Showcase ain’t ours.
I thought I’d done it all off my own back but…
S**t.
And then he took my face in his hands
and he told me to remember one thing...
'don’t f**k this up'.
Never f**k up, not even once
because if you ever f**k up…
Then it all comes back on him.
Then he left,
he didn’t stay for that.
And after that
I went on stage and everything just sort of…
I'm sorry.
I haven’t really written anything since.
I can’t seem to find the words.
Hey! He didn’t mean that, okay?
It’s just what the dad says, you know?
You get it Ari,
it’s not about us, our successes, our failures,
it always just comes back to him.
It’s always him, it’s always just him.
It’s good to see you, Mya.
My guy Ari.